For a full hour, I watched every small flicker on the heart monitor while my mind raced with fury.

Then I thought about the massive Harrington estate sitting comfortably on the high hills across town.

Garrett was probably wrapped in silk luxury sheets, sleeping peacefully without a single worry in his mind.

Evelyn was likely sipping hot tea from the very same silver set Chloe had supposedly failed to polish correctly.

They felt safe, warm, and utterly convinced that their immense wealth could bury any crime they committed.

They were resting comfortably in their warm beds while Chloe and my unborn grandchild were dying in a cold ICU room.